The pink flowers tried growing 

in the shark-infested waters. 

They were looking for the sun 

in an inhospitable world. 

They pushed against the rocks, 

trying to see beyond their borders. 

They dug their ruts in a land 

where all are born in torture. 

They kept growing while fighting 

against the unstoppable weather. 

They tried harder than anyone 

to finally see the sun over the water. 

They had endless hope of bursting 

in the spring alongside their lovers. 

They were just slowly waiting 

for the right moment after the summer. 

Their petals were prepared for sun rays, 

but not for the endless summer. 

Their leaves were painted green to shine 

with the water, not to die in the desert. 

Their roots were made with strong wood 

to last aeons, not just a quick dead end. 

Their barks were strong like a metal rod 

until they broke into two during the storm.

They had a dream during winter, 

to bloom in spring and pollinate the bees. 

They wanted to grow, to burst, 

to bloom and become beautiful flowers. 

They tried their best to survive 

until one day they stopped fighting and died. 

They got fried by the sun, 

drowned by the water, eaten by the worms.